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Post by Cindy Ellison on Mar 1, 2011 13:58:05 GMT -5
  Cindy stood outside the cafe fixing her shirt stap that keeps slipping every five minutes she grabbed her pocket mirror to make sure that her make up was right before she walked into the cafe. She opened the door and walked in with her heels clanging out the wooden floor Well this is quiet she walked to the bar and ordered a glass of red wine and sat down at the bar waiting seeing if anyone else turns up that doesnt look a perve. She needed a glass or two after the day she has after a customer kicked the door down she had to fix it herself She dropped several shoes after hearing him shout what has this town come too.  ATTENTION -- Chad WORDS -- 218 LYRICS -- hilaryduff - reachoutandtouchme CREDIT --DELTAGRACE@ cautiontwopointohsteal this and ill blast your ears with highly addictive jpop! |
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Post by Chad Princeton on Mar 4, 2011 13:20:37 GMT -5
Chad was drunk. Or at least drunk would have been an understatement as to his current state. He had been out with friends for a good five hours already, and not once was there a time where he wasn't being forced to drink up. They mentioned something about celebrating, Chad didn't really pay much attention to it. He was, after all, looking for any excuse to get drunk. It wasn't because he had any issues that he wanted to drown out. See, though he had his group of friends, somehow, he felt like there was a gap between them, something keeping him from fully being himself when he was around them. And he figured getting drunk was the best way that he could do that. But eighteen shots, nine beers, five vomits and four hours later, here he was, half out of his wits, lazily dragging his legs along. He told them that he could manage to get home by himself, and he wasn't lying. Taking his word for it, they let him leave, but only if he promised to call as soon as he got home. Chad, however, didn't head home just yet. He felt like he needed to buy coffee, something to help himself sober up. Slamming against the door before he stumbled inside, he found himself in what seemed like a famous coffee shops in Faraway. He stood in line, hoping to get himself a nice fix of caffeine to rid himself of the alcohol in his system when someone caught his eye. A blond girl, a little younger than him, sitting down by herself, drinking red wine. The girl was rather familiar, and though the better part of him would have just said leave it alone, the drunk in him chose otherwise. Stringing his finger along the loose shirt strap, he pulled it back up to her shoulders, gently grazing her collar bone. And by the time he realized what he had done, he had also realized who he had done it to. Instantly, as though magic, all the alcohol in hi system seemed to have disappeared, and in its place, there stood panic. "Uh, er...Cindy? That you?"  * * *words;; abillion
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Post by Cindy Ellison on Mar 4, 2011 15:15:39 GMT -5
Cindy was sat by the bar in the cafe drinking another glass of red wine after she drank two others glasses which they stood there empty waiting for someone to clean them up. She sat there thinking the days events that went on in her shop that afternoon. This man who quite frankly scared her to death after kicking the door down and making her drop everything and start again. She sat quietly twirling her half full wine glass staring in the glass. She heard a thud at the door but didn't really look to see who it was it would have been another customer who was looking for a coffee. Cindy was stood still and her top strap was still falling down she sighed at thought to her self stupid top and felt a tickle as someone placed the strap back on her shoulder back on her shoulder and touched her collar bone she jumped a little cause she didn't know who touched her.She heard someone say "Uh, er...Cindy? That you?" she turned around to face the person and her face dropped like thunder "Uh..Chad?" she stared at him didn't know what to say or do she felt like slapping him after everything but stood there in shock. ATTENTION -- Chad WORDS -- 311] LYRICS -- Hilary Duff - reachoutandtouchme CREDIT --DELTAGRACE@ cautiontwopointohsteal this and ill blast your ears with highly addictive jpop! |
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Post by Chad Princeton on Mar 5, 2011 17:47:12 GMT -5
The girl turned around, and ...oh shit. It was her. Cindy Ellison. Gah, of all the people to run into in the whole of Faraway, it was her. And for sure, all the alcohol in him had drowned out and was gone. Next time he got drunk, he had to remember to meet up with past hook ups. It worked well to stiffen up his nerves. Laughing to himself before realizing his situation, he bit his lip and wondered for a bit. Would it be smart to converse with the girl? Chad wasn't sure if staying would be such a great idea. In fact, he actually wanted to just slip out of the cafe already. After all, he was pretty sure that a girl he dumped after thinking she was pregnant wouldn't be too pleased to see him. But something kept him grounded. Maybe she had forgiven him, after all, it was just one time he did that. Besides, hooking up again with Cindy would be great. She was one of the better partners that he'd had he wouldn't say no to some quick jazz music. The man moved to the bar and sat beside her, asking the waiter to fish him some nachos. Resting his elbow on the counter, he looked over to the girl, then over to the empty wine glasses that stood beside her. "I take it something's wrong? You don't used drink that much," he called out, genuinely wondering what was bother her. Dipping his hands into some of the food before munching on them rather vigorously, he slid the tray over to her and offered some. "Help yourself." * * * words;; abillion
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Post by Cindy Ellison on Mar 6, 2011 8:11:08 GMT -5
Cindy stayed sat down staring at Chad mentally kicking herself saying it’s a dream and she needs to wake up now but unfortunately for her it wasn’t. she turned back to stare at her wine glass she didn’t want to talk to him after way things ended them years ago. She kept looking at Chad at the corner of her eye hoping he would leave the café. But he sat next to her she felt awkward that he was sat next to her she stared at her nearly finished wine I need something stronger than this she thought to herself. there was complete silence for a few minutes when he spoke “ I take it something wrong, You don’t used to drink that much” He looked at me I turned to him “What make you think that” She said coldly wow he can read my mind she thought. She looked at him and back at the wine "Just a tough day at work thats all" She told him and drank the last bit of wine as passed her the tray of nachos i looked at them " help yourself" he told her she looked at him "Im okay thanks" she tells him not trying to be rude or anything. ATTENTION -- Chad WORDS -- 314 LYRICS -- Hilary Duff - reachoutandtouchme CREDIT --DELTAGRACE@ cautiontwopointohsteal this and ill blast your ears with highly addictive jpop! |
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Post by Chad Princeton on Mar 6, 2011 11:54:02 GMT -5
From the looks of it, she still wasn't over the entire wow-i-thought-you-were-pregnant-i'm-out-of-here situation, and Chad couldn't entirely blame her. He had been in her shoes once in his life, being the guy left behind by someone he truly cared for. It was as though he had been betrayed, and even until now, though he was slowly making amends, he still hadn't entirely gotten over it. But surely, she understood his situation as well, right? If she had been pregnant at the time, he couldn't have cared for it anyways. He was too young! He had a reputation to uphold as well, and impregnating someone he was just hooking up with was bound to spread to the media like wild fire. So he had to get out from that entire situation. But maybe it was his fault that he didn't explain to her properly. But mostly, it was her fault for telling him that she was on the pill. Though he was keeping busy eating some food, he could tell that she was glancing over at him. After all, that was his expertise. Side-glancing at the person next to you. It was how he kept an eye out on women. And Cindy's methods, well, they were kinda lousy and obvious. Paying attention on the food before him, he muttered, "I know I look good, but stop staring. You're embarrassing me." He let out a laugh and took a sip from the cola the bartender had placed in front of him. "Well, you're drinking wine and you're alone. Never saw you as the lone-drinker type." Did she say tough day at work? Surely, she didn't mean the shoe shop, did she? He was surprised that her store, if that's what she meant, was still intact. Not that he didn't believe she could handle a business, but rather mostly because people in Faraway tend to buy branded shoes from malls and designer outlets. But he did admire her perseverance to stick to it. "What happened? Flood of customers?" he asked her, wondering if that was the concern. * * * words;; abillion
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